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Emily’s Lingerie Party (All girls) I woke up Saturday morning and had to go to the bathroom. Ashley, my girlfriend/lover, was curled up with her forehead touching my back. Poor thing was almost completely uncovered, and looked so cold
It is now the winter of 2009 almost five years since our great fishing trip. You might have read my story about a tuna fishing trip where my wife was “sick” and stayed home and I took a couple friend of ours fishing



XI. One for the Road Before Bruce and Marty returned I got in the shower. When I got out of the shower, I dried off and wrapped a bath towel around me and went to the kitchen. There was Marty preparing dinner and with her was a strange man


I am the owner of a big apartment complex in a very warm part of the country. My parents left it to me. I had an idea a while back



Charity Jones here again. We’ve finally come to the end of the high school road for my formerly younger self. I’ll skip the witty banter and let’s finish this. The final week of high school. Here it was. A bunch of exams and lots of study time



Tina was in taking a long, hot bath. She felt sticky from the hot sun and all of the fun that she had been having. She thought back to all she had done since she had gotten there. She had been busy. She had met a few great guys, as well as being with her man, David
I remember that crisp Saturday morning in January of 1975 very well. Bobby Thompson had called and asked that we get together for coffee. He said that there was something very important he wanted to talk to me about and thought I’d be interested



This is the second story my friend gave me to submit for her. She goes by the handle "SoakingWetDreams" Please leave comments on her work thanks, IdleHands David was exhausted from his long flight. He had been away for two weeks out to Colorado for training
She had two weeks off and was visiting her family, just a few hundred miles north of Wiesbaden, Germany. She spent the night with my husband and me the night before. She was a local employee, dental technician, at the US Air Base where my husband, Ted was stationed



uest Chapter Three: The Hopeless Quest By mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare “Anoint her and give her a Quest!” screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight's tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face



This is the first story of Steve’s dirty little world. Steve is 37 is married to Linda, 34 and they have two kids, Sophie 18 and Steve Jr, 16. Steve story starts at his dad’s 70:th birthday at the summerhouse



Samantha by C.H. Davis Chapter 1 Samantha was in a hurry as always
own the long driveway to the front security gate, held closed by an electric actuated arm mechanism, triggered open by an electronic signal from the front of the Badmobile’s grill area, activated by the little button under the center console, pressed by the finger of the man Who designed it all



Jade and Bailey sat in Bailey's room, both bored. But Jade came up with the perfect idea. "How was Alex?" She asked. Bailey grinned. "A beginner, but he tries hard, and he's enjoyable" that was all she needed. She texted him, and made sure to add a winky face at the end



The Club Chapter 7 – Everyday Routine I had daily routines that I was starting to follow. Or at least certain things I would expect on different days of the week. Part of my routine was being monitored by Mr. Savage in every way, some days more closely than others